15, i see a funeral in illusion

i see a funeral in illusion
the mourning people stand in a queue
they push and squeeze, squeeze and push
as though want to break up each other into graveyard

eventually they sit quietly
begin to cry, be intimate to each other because of be intimate to the dead
drum,music and songs all perform
my thought is numb through to the skin of heel

and then , they fill joss paper full of the boxes
who crossed my soul
this figure is familiar for me
my neighbor
wants me do shoeshine for him again
wants to tax a soul

heaven is not too crowded, but too bored
if no hell
if life does not become debris
i am here
even Beethoven had no ears
also can hear the strange laugh and deep heartbreak

a board finished a party
i drop down ,down inside, so easy
a new world, deserve my corporeity
this is a adventure, in order to catch the greatest chance